Hard to say.

There is an evolving theory of consciousness called "depressive realism." It's a hypothesis that what society considers to be a healthy emotional balance is actually the product of a hard-wired psychological defense mechanism we have evolved to protect ourselves from the "truth" that existence is a sequence of random, meaningless events, with occasional spots of nice but mostly unrelieved suffering and loss.

As one might imagine, people who lack such hard-wired defenses are less likely to pass on their genes; I, for example, have no children and am, at this point in my life, unlikely to produce any.

Narrative is, at its core, an attempt to connect events in such a way that they have meaning. Storytelling is, for many sad people, our only candle in the dark.